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They make me insane actually

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nicky in his very slut era

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Winning streak.

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Hey, hi. I don't know if this has already been written. If so, I'm sorry. But I came up with an idea and I couldn't help myself and decided to make it happen. My first post, don't judge me harshly.

After Kevin left the Ravens, everything inside him was a mess. He felt crushed, disappointed—broken. The months he spent in near-isolation, surrounded by the Foxes, helped him adapt, at least a little. He had begun to accept himself. To breathe again.

One evening, sitting on the couch, blankly staring at the TV in a desperate attempt to distract himself from the ever-returning nightmares, he stumbled across a cooking show. At first, it seemed silly. He reached for the remote to change the channel, but something stopped him. He stayed and watched.

A few days passed. One evening, when he was home alone—which was unusual in itself, since the twins had gone to Colombia and, oddly enough, even Andrew was gone—Kevin felt… something. A quiet, strange, internal urge. He opened his laptop, found a recipe for something simple—brownies or cupcakes, he couldn’t even remember—and started baking. Somehow, all the ingredients were already in the kitchen.

At first, he followed the recipe carefully, almost nervously, afraid to mess up. But near the end, he relaxed. He put the tray in the oven and thought, “Well, if it burns, it burns.”

When he tasted the result, he was surprised—it was… good. Not perfect, not TV-show level, but edible. Even nice. Sure, it had too much sugar. Kevin Day, the same Kevin who gave everyone lectures about nutrition, eating sweets? Unthinkable. But that night, for the first time in a long while, he fell asleep peacefully. No nightmares.

He put the cookies in the fridge. A few days later, when Andrew, Aaron, and Nicky came back, they were still there. Kevin hadn’t touched them since. But to his surprise, they were gone—eaten. Nicky even asked where he’d bought them. Naturally, they assumed it was store-bought. And, of course, no one would believe Kevin Day had baked them. Kevin, whose food standards were stricter than a soldier’s diet.

From then on, whenever he was alone, Kevin baked. Cookies, brownies, simple desserts. Sometimes, he allowed himself to go further—once, he even baked a cake. And yet no one ever noticed the process. It was strange. He was rarely ever truly alone—night training, Andrew always around—but somehow, no one ever caught him in the act. Still, he suspected Andrew knew. Or at least had a hunch. He just never said anything. As always.

Every morning after a secret night of baking, there would be something fresh on the kitchen counter. It was usually gone within hours. Nicky often joked that this was Kevin’s way of bribing Andrew. “How much do you spend on sweets for him, seriously?”

When Neil arrived, Kevin baked less. Riko, training, new problems—everything took up time. But when he had a moment, he still returned to the stove. He couldn’t explain why. He just did it. Because it was his meditation. His quiet way of caring. He didn’t know how to express emotions in words. But food… food spoke for him.

Raised under Riko’s crushing control, in a system where emotion meant weakness, Kevin never learned how to be open. But deep down, he wanted the people around him to feel: I’m here. Even if he never said it aloud.

After they returned from Nicky’s parents, after the tragedy with Andrew, Kevin didn’t know what to do with everything he was feeling. No one had touched him directly, but the day had been too much. He was overwhelmed. And then, standing in Abby’s kitchen, he simply started baking. Chocolate sponge cake. His favorite. And, as he knew, Andrew’s favorite too.

Abby came in to ask something, but when she saw him, she said nothing. Kevin didn’t acknowledge her—just continued mixing methodically. Later, Wymack stepped in. He, too, stayed silent. He watched for a minute or two, then left with Abby. Kevin continued. Calmly. Focused. Like this was the only thing that still made sense.

When Andrew came back with Bee, Kevin silently placed a plate full of warm, fragrant cake in front of him. And left without waiting for a reaction. It was the first time he baked in front of someone.

The second time was after the Baltimore incident with Neil. The Foxes were having a group night at the house. And even though only Andrew, Aaron, Nicky, and Neil caught him baking, it was still out in the open. He made a cake. Massive. Beautiful. Delicious. When Allison asked where they’d gotten it, Kevin just shrugged:

— Got it from a friend.

He kept baking. And no one laughed. No one teased him. All he got in return were things like Aaron’s brief, satisfied grunt when buried in schoolwork; Neil’s quiet “thanks”, even though he didn’t love sweets; Nicky’s over-the-top praise. And silence from Andrew. But sometimes, at breakfast, Kevin would catch a calm, approving glance. And that was enough.

Sometime later, after the truth about Wymack being his father came out, they agreed to meet one-on-one at Wymack’s apartment. Kevin didn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t. He knew there was an important conversation ahead in the morning. The word father didn’t fit in his head. It felt foreign, wrong.

So he spent the night baking. Lemon muffins. He packed them carefully into a box and brought them with him.

Wymack was surprised. But remembering the scene in Abby’s kitchen, he understood. He understood that this was a gesture. Loud, in Kevin’s own quiet way. As loud as Kevin could be about something personal. And for the first time, he felt it—son. This is my son.

And Kevin, for the first time in a long while, felt something unfamiliar. Quiet. Almost unnoticeable.

But warm.

Home.

Among monsters.

Among Foxes.

Among family.

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He’s so cute and sweetie 🧡

locked in learning french

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'Don't look at me like that.'

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kevin's little devil

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Fuck this entire world. He just wants a father. I am going to die

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Too lazy to finish this so I'll just upload it like this.

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The Foxhole Court Chapter 1 Webcomic

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second go at renee's tattoo

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Jeremy Knox! :)

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/66006958/chapters/170075221

And Then There Was You

Chapter 1: I have an Allen wrench and zero patience

1/? Currently 3,476 words

“I’m having a baby,” Derek said simply. Stiles stared. “What?” “I’m having a baby,” he repeated, quieter this time. “Well, not me, obviously. A girl I… met. After Laura died.” Stiles blinked. “Wait - what girl?” ~~~~~ Derek finds out he's going to be a father and turns to the Stilinski's for help. (Starts during Season 2 of the show)

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I have no excuse for this one. I woke up from a fever dream with this prompt in my notes app. I think Neil just really reminds me of a scruffy scavenger animal you'd find in a trashcan. Anyway bonus panel: